Spiders clinging Swaying in a wicked breeze Life doesn't seem simple Complicated lines Come together Tear apart Each web decorated with a single crimson jewel Spiders sparkling with moonlight
I stand on a bluff Overlooking this nightmarish valley Seeing these spiders Creeping along these endless lines So like horrible webs I scream and scream but no one hears no one hears
I am unclear as to what the crimson jewel is. Blood, a red spider?
Never thought of sparkling spiders before. Nice original viewpoint. Not sure if it would be scarier to see the spiders in the moonlight or to not see them. Either way eerie.
I am unclear as to what the crimson jewel is. Blood, a red spider?
Never thought of sparkling spiders before. Nice original viewpoint. Not sure if it would be scarier to see the spiders in the moonlight or to not see them. Either way eerie.
This is an excellent free verse poem with a beautiful form, one that expresses one of the deep fears that all human beings have. Insects of prey remind us of ourselves. We’re the alpha predators at the top of the food chain. What we fear the most is that we may look in our bedroom mirror one morning and see ourselves as big bad spiders in reflection, an Existential Metamorphosis. Human beings always sanitize their behavior with silly euphemisms and masks. We always try to make believe that we’re something other then what we really need to be to take care of our necessities.
sometimes our minds are like a troubled web of confusion...this view from outside one's self...gives us great perspective...there is a sparkle...but it is like a false diamond.
When Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in.
It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..